Imperfections

With all my imperfections

I lay myself to rest

With a flashing strike of the metal

Against my hands so soft

Or a wrong turn of the wheel

In busy crowded freeways

Or a gulp of sweet tasting

Bitter fluids

Or gulping down of a handful

Of cylindrical white globules

Which one

Which one of these

Will end this act

Of utmost imperfections?

The clock now ticking

There is no turning back

Will time stop

Will my loved ones mourn?

May be they will, maybe they wont

Even for a few days

There will not be a vacuum

Emptiness anywhere

Except in the two shining faces

That I brought forth to earth

Aah their smile holds me back

Maybe I am perfect at least to them

A small ray of life

In this me full of imperfections.

I walk back once again

From where the sea ends

Onto shores

With two shining faces

Splashing in the water

Leaving footprints on the sand

I will come back again

To explore the end of the sea

Maybe the next time I make the journey

I will not turn around

And find the abysmal perfect silence

In this life of imperfections.